“I think you should leave. I don’t want my dad to find out what we are upto!” said Shivi as she lay curled…

Of what is, And what can be, Potpourri of possibilities, Of flights of fancy and dreams, Devoid of shackled brims, Thy literature supreme!…

A craving, a wish, Burning, yearning; Crooning heart’s lure. Tell me thou, In life, in love What else so pure? A desire sublime,…

I just had to write another post for Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday after reading all the posts of the exercise. The…

Continued from Genesis? since many of my reader friends wanted another part 🙂 *** The moment the silver blade punctured through his flesh and blood…

Having grown up in a beautiful hill station, Shillong, in India’s Northeastern corner I was always in the midst of nature. We lived…